A controversial character, a contrarian, a ceaseless conversationalist. A possessor of one green eye and one blue eye . . .but no ears. Author of a series of dense novels charting the lives of 18th century whalers off the coast of Nantucket that won him the accolade of being the Herman Meliville of the feline world. A prolific shedder of white fur. The reason why I ended up in a physical confrontation with a bus driver after he escaped his box in transit.
Farewell Rupert McCloud, my cat, who passed away peacefully at his coastal retreat this morning. You will be sorely missed. The following song is a tribute to Mr. McCloud, who actually provided the sax solo that kicks in around halfway through.